Volghen walked back up the hall to the doors to his quarters. He stood for a moment outside, glancing at the intricate designs on the hard wooden surfaces. The doors themselves were carved from the finest wood from the trees of Lamia Etan and had intricate weaving patterns scribed into them. In the centre of the two doors was a circular silver plate bearing the Xandathian seal - two crossed swords with a mighty have spreading its wings above them. Volghen heaved open the doors and stepped inside his room. His quarters were quite similar in nature to Sordath’s throne room save for a few decorative details and the notable difference in size. Grisly trophies of past kills adorned every grey stone wall in between the golden torch holders. Despite being smaller than the throne room Volghen’s quarters were still quite large and suitably lavish. Deep purple velvet curtains hung either side of a vast window on the far side of the room, a rug made from the skin of a wild Xandathian bear killed by Volghen’s own hand lay on the floor. Perhaps the most noticeable decoration was the sword mounted above the fireplace. It had an onyx handle with a waved guard. The blade, forged from purest steel made the sword seem more of a work of art than a weapon. At the base the blade divided into three, the centre blade was widest and was straight but the blades either side jutted out and came back in, almost like a jagged trident. Further up the blade two more of these branches divided off from the main blade and two more further up still. The entire blade looked like three tridents, decreasing in size stacked on top of each other. In the centre of the blade, a small slit ran up the shaft. This sword was a thing of beauty.
Volghen had never once used the weapon - it was a keepsake from his greatest ever victory. It came from when he - commander of the Xenoch Knights of Xandathia - took the head of Utep - commander of the Pandeman Dreadnoughts. As a final insult to Utep, Volghen took his foe’s treasured weapon and his severed head. Now the sword hangs above Volghen’s fireplace and Utep’s skull rests beneath it on the mantelpiece.
The Xenoch commander removed his cape and breastplate leaving his chest bare and only his arms and legs with armour on. The muscles on his body were incredibly well defined it seemed almost to have been masterfully carved from stone. His skin bore no scars whatsoever, despite his numerous battles against worthy opponents. No-one had ever managed to leave a significant mark upon the great Xenoch warrior. No-one he had fought had been good enough to injure him, not even Utep.
Volghen slowly walked over to the blazing fireplace that filled the room with light. Resting his hand next to the skull on the mantelpiece he gazed down into the bright orange flames, seemingly mesmerized by their continuous dance. He felt memories flooding back into his mind, memories that he had told no-one of. He was remembering events that had happened long in the past that only he knew about. Staring into the fire he smirked a little, letting out a small grunting laugh. “The spirits of the dead are still strong. You dare to try and plague my mind? I left you behind and I came here. I shall never return.”
There was a timid knock at the door, without shifting his attention at all Volgen spoke loudly “Who goes there?”
A nervous voice spoke from the other side of the door. “My name is Hyma Sir. Emperor Sordath sent me Sir.”
The door creaked open. Through it came a short human like creature. The hair on his head was long and scraggly but he also had what seemed like fur on the backs of his hands and the tops of his feet. AS he came through the door a small tail dragged on the floor behind him. He stood across the room from Volghen, as if he were scared to get anywhere close to the Xenoch commander.
Volghen looked up at the small messenger before standing up straight again. “Hmpf, a Tamyl. I should have know from that pathetic squeaky voice, I am surprised that Sordath can even bear to look at something so weak.”
“Please Sir I come from Emperor Sordath Sir. He requests your presence Sir.”
“Volghen began to pace toward the scared Tamyl who drew in an abrupt breath as he moved. He walked very slowly in a circle around the diminutive humanoid before stopping in front of him. Volghen looked away for a moment but then suddenly turned quickly. “Boo!”
The furry Tamyl yelped and fell to the floor covering its face. “Licht arl Sutrryl vaes dressenen!”
Volghen was laughing manically, clearly pleased with himself for scaring the Tamyl half to death. “Light of the Heavens please save me? You really are terrified of me aren’t you?” He laughed again “What is your name again you cowardly little midget?”
Whimpering slightly the Tamyl rose back to it’s feet, dusting itself off. “Hym…Hy…Hyma Sir. Please I beg of you Sir, I am nothing but a mere messenger.”
“Shut up, I’m not going to kill you. Your weakness amuses me that’s all. You say Sordath wishes to see me? So be it. Now, take your leave.”
“A thousand thankyous Sir” Hyma turned and began shuffling back toward the door. As the Tamyl walked out Volghen noticed the tail dragging behind him. He smirked before stamping on the tail hard. Hyma let out a scream of pain as Volghen’s armoured foot drove down onto his tail. Hyma’s torment left Volghen laughing hard to himself again. Through the laughter Volghen spoke again “Go on, go back to your duties.” Hyma quickened his pace and swiftly left Volghen’s room, greatly regretting ever having gone in there.